Mama Mousekewitz: Oh, my little boy, back from the dead. America, what a place.Papa Mousekewitz: My Fievel. I thought I would never see you again.Fievel Mousekewitz: Never say never, Papa.Papa Mousekewitz: Oh, I nearly forgot. Here, Fievel, your hat.[the hat drops as before; Fievel adjusts the hat with his ears]:Mama Mousekewitz: The hat, it fits!Papa Mousekewitz: My son! Now, you are a mouse.

Gussie Mausheimer: [heavy accent] We must have a wally.Honest John: A wally? What's a wally?Gussie Mausheimer: [heavy accent] You know, a large gathewing of mice for a weason.Honest John: Oh, a rally!Gussie Mausheimer: [heavy accent] That's what I said, a wally.

Orphan #1: So what's your story?Fievel Mousekewitz: I'm looking for my family.Orphan #2: Hey, fellas! He's looking for his family.Orphan #1, Orphan #3: [Teasing] He's looking for his family!Orphan #3: I stopped looking a long time ago.Orphan #2: At least you know who they are.Orphan #1: Besides, why are you looking for them? They should be looking...Orphan #1, Orphan #2, Orphan #3: ...for you!Orphan #3: They don't care. Forget 'em.Fievel Mousekewitz: [Angry] You're right! They don't care, and if they did, they would have found me! Well, if they don't care, I don't care! I hope I never see them again!Orphan #2: Yeah! You're Nothing! You're Junk! You're Stupid!Orphan #1: Here. Make yourself a bed.[They toss hay over Fievel]:Orphan #1: Ha-ha-ha! Pig boy.Fievel Mousekewitz: [Crying] I'll never find them anyway. Never. Never. Never. This is my home now.

Papa Mousekewitz: In America, there are mouse holes in every wall.Mama Mousekewitz: Who says?Papa, Tanya and Fievel: Everyone!Papa Mousekewitz:In America, there are bread crumbs on every floor.Mama Mousekewitz: You're talking nonsense!Papa Mousekewitz: In America, you can say anything you want, but most important - and this I know for a fact - in America, there are no cats.

Papa Mousekewitz: Ah, so, Mr Curious, you've discovered the herring.Fievel Mousekewitz: Herring? I thought they were fish.Papa Mousekewitz: But Fievel, herring are fish.Fievel Mousekewitz: Really, Papa?Papa Mousekewitz: Oh, yes. In the ocean, there are many kinds of fish, and herring is one of them.Fievel Mousekewitz: All kinds?Papa Mousekewitz: Yes. Tiny fishes, not so tiny fishes, fishes as big as this boat.Fievel Mousekewitz: Wow! Let's go up and see the fish.

Digit: Would you please put out that filthy thing? I'm suffocating down here!Warren T. Rat: You don't like it? Hey, you know you're not the only ****oroach in New York City. There are millions of roaches who give their lives to work for Warren T. Rat.Digit: Good! Fire me! I'm fed up with that filthy smoke in this pocket! I've seen kitchen shelves cleaner than this place! Look at my suit!

Henri: I know, my little immigrant. You want to find your family. And you will.Fievel Mousekewitz: But how? They're so far away, and it's so big. I'll never find them anyway.Henri: Excuse moi, pardon, but did you say never? So young, and you've already lost hope! This is America, the place to find hope. If you give up now, you will never find your family. So never say never.

Henri: Where is your mama, your papa, huh?Fievel Mousekewitz: I don't know. They were on a boat to America.Henri: Then you are in luck, my little immigrant. This is America.Fievel Mousekewitz: America. But I thought it was bigger.Henri: It is bigger. All of that is also America.

Henri: Now, are you going to find your family?Fievel Mousekewitz: Yes!Henri: Chantal! Take this little one to Immigration. You will find your family there. Everyone goes through Immigration. I would take you there myself, but then I would never finish my statue.Fievel Mousekewitz: Henri, you said never.Henri: Oh, so I did!